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Post by SPARKS on Apr 2, 2013 23:26:37 GMT -8
It was not everyday that Sparks spent her time in a police station without any handcuffs on. Today she had made a deal to share some information that she picked up on a rival gang. The information was good, so good in fact that Sparks was able to make a deal for one of her members, getting him some probation instead of jail time for some crime he committed. What was funny was that the poor guy would have been better off in jail. He had disobeyed a direct order from the boss himself and Sparks was in change of fixing the problem. "Ricky! How you feeling?" She smiled and patted the older man on the back, but he knew better then to believe her friendly acting. "Jordan and Arcane are waiting right outside for you, the boss would like to talk to you." She waited for one of the cops to take the handcuffs off of Ricky, then she waited till he walked out of the front doors right into her friends. The guys would take it from there, take Ricky to a nice dark place and beat him with a few baseball bats, just like the good old days.
The cop that had released her gangmate was now standing there, looking at Sparks and waiting for something. She gave the guys a once over and then laughed. "I don't know you like that, either get me the chief or get no goods" It was plain to see that the man was not pleased with the young women with red hair, and yet he held his tongue and walked away to do just as she had asked. Now she knew how the place worked and knew that there was a good chance she was going to be left waiting for a while. So to kill time she snaked her way to the hall that lead to the break room, there she slipped pass a few people and grabbed a coffee and a donuts, yes of course they had a box of donuts there.
With snake and drink in hand she returned to the main room and picked a random desk to site on. The spot had been empty and she had seen the desk as a better place to sit then who's ever chair it was. Little did she knew that the desk she was sitting on belonged to the cop she knew. Well knew as in worked with the guy once when she was fixing the police station's computers from a nasty hacking. She sipped her coffee and relaxed, though even Sparks could only relax for so long. She crossed on leg over the other, for beings a bit of a "bad egg" the women had an interesting, yet girly style. She still had her piercings and dyed hair, but her clothes were rather nice. She wore a black and red short sleeved shirt that was matched by a red skirt, the skirt reached to about her knees.
She spotted Logan as he came over to his desk, she made no hint of moving, but she she did extend the doughnut towards him. "doughnut?" She remembered him, his face was one she could remember, pretty cute too, it was only then and there that she decided that he would be fun to play with. "Logan right? I remember you."
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Post by Deleted on Apr 4, 2013 17:32:33 GMT -8
This was just getting more and more frustrating, there was no leads on this case! Which was the most frustrating bit, these kind of strong of murders should be leaving MORE, but it wasn't, no hair, skin, fabric strands, anything! The murderer was good if not overly careful, but they did leave the body...as gruesome as it was.
The body was bruised in numerous of places before the victims death, one thing that it had in common with the other bodies, all were in bruised state meaning all victims were fighting their assailant. Perhaps in a struggle, it wasn't clear but it was certain that it wasn't a surprise assault, there was no sexual assaults on the body either, though the bodies were gutted open with the organs removed, apparently, according to the mortician the organs were removed by hand as there were fingernail marks inside the victims body.
They did find the organs later in an alley a couple miles away meaning the killer dumped them there for them to find. They were basically taunting them. Sighing, he shifted through the paper work, this was a headache but at the same time Logan couldn't help but be...well, rather interested for a wrong reason.
Picking up his cup of coffee he headed back to his desk, taking a sip as he read over a sentence when he was shaken out of it when a young female voice spoke. Blinking his green eyes a few times he tried to take in the scene. A woman, young, with red hair and piercings, sitting on his desk...holding out a doughnut towards him?
Okay, he was officially confused. “Uh...no thanks.” He wasn't all that hungry, plus his hands were full, so he really couldn't take it anyway. He jolted a bit when she said his name though, “Um, yes, I'm Logan...” Was...was he suppose to remember her? Because he really couldn't recall her features.
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SPARKS
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Post by SPARKS on Sept 2, 2013 21:52:16 GMT -8
ouch, he didn’t remember her, Sparks was now convinced that Logan was one of two things, a jerk, or a stick in the mud. She shrugged her shoulders and took a bite from her doughnut, if he didn’t want any that was just fine, more for her. She eyes all the things he was carrying and guessed that he was pretty busy, too bad she didn’t care. ”You don’t remember me do you? Here I thought cops had very good memories. Kandace Sparks, name ring a bell? I fixed all the computers here from that one virus you guys had, the one that was pulling information from all the files on homicides?” Yep, on record miss Kandace Sparks was a computer repair girl with an expertise on hacked data. She was a ‘good’ girl that went to college and owned a nice apartment, alone.
She finished her snack and coffee, leaned over Logan’s desk and tossed them in the nearest trashcan. ”Either way, I remember you, Logan Watson, cute, a little quiet, seems good at your job, and now I can add crappy memory to my list.” Sparks was never the best at words, nice or mean she always sound to be a bit on the bitch side. She took a look away from logan to see if the chief was anywhere in sight, still nothing, now she was sure her only entertainment would be Logan. If she wasn’t lucky the girl was sure she was about to die from boredom.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 8, 2013 8:08:54 GMT -8
Ah busted.
He scratched his cheek mostly out of embarrassment at being caught, but hey anyone who worked here knew how work orientated he was, unless you had details for a case he was working on he generally didn’t focus on other people. It was a problem, especially since he seemed to insult people without even realizing it. “Sparks?” He echoed having the name roll around in his head mostly with the details, was he pulled to the issue of someone pulling information from their files? Yes he does remember something like that happening and he was there helping out a red head, “Ah!” He exclaimed softly, now he remembered her!
His cheeks flushed when she called him cute but it faded as she continued on and he rubbed the back of his neck, “Yeah I don’t have the greatest of memories…” For cases he was praised for his attention to details, but when it can to actual people he was the absolute worst one could imagine. “Uh, is there something you need Miss Sparks?” Walking around his desk he sat down in his chair and looked up at her while placing the case file down and taking a small bite of the doughnut as he set down his cup of coffee and looked up at her.
It was rather strange really, her red hair and matching eyes on such a pale complexion, it almost looked like blood. Something in him, something he dare not name, rather liked the sight and couldn’t help but involuntarily think that she would look even better with more red on her, and he didn’t mean clothing. With a grimace he pinched the bridge of his nose as he squeezed his eyes shut. He needed to get more sleep; clearly his mind wasn’t functioning properly. Picking up his coffee he took a rather large gulp from it.
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SPARKS
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Post by SPARKS on Sept 22, 2013 18:35:05 GMT -8
Well took him long enough, sometime Sparks had to wonder what was really needed to be a cop. So far in her short life she had not found one cop that ever worried her. Instead she only found ones she could mess with, some she even got the pleasure to cause harm to. She watched Logan’s body language, trying her best to read him. He was an odd one for sure, in a way he reminded her of a baby deer, on that, with time, might grow to be a mighty buck, and a good prize. Sparks decided then and there at she wanted to play with him, out of all the cops here, he was the closest to being the little deer she could hunt. Sparks was like some wild animal, a fox perhaps, she loved to play with her pray. Tricks and games were everything for her, the more fun the longer her interest stayed, once she was bored then the game would be over.
”Something I need?” She smiled and let the question linger on her lips. It was a very good question, but one that could lead to danger mattering on how Sparks answered it. She placed her doughnut and coffee to the side, aiming her full attention on Logan. She slipped off his desk and moved to walk around it to where he was sitting. ”I am just waiting, no clue on how long your bosses might make me wait, but...” She slipped between Logan and his desk and took to taking a seat on top of it, ignoring any paperwork she might find herself sitting on. She held on the edge to give herself balance, her knee high skirt pulled up slightly to her thighs. She did pay enough attention to cross one knee over the other for modesty. ”You could be the one to entertain me while I wait, a cute thing like you should do quite well.”
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Post by Deleted on Oct 2, 2013 17:14:16 GMT -8
Ah the paper work!
That was the first thing that came to his mind as he stared blankly at Spark’s thighs before realizing where he was staring and jerked his gaze upwards with a soft pink spreading across his cheeks. He frowned up at her, his brows furrowing together in confusion. Entertaining? He was the last person to come to about that, even when he was off work he was more focused about work more then anything. Even his niece got huffy at him for it.
“Uh, well I have a deck of cards if you would be alright with that.” He told her, reaching to his drawer and pulling out said deck, because really what else could she have meant? He was plain old Logan, there was nothing special about him except maybe for his workaholic tendencies. Women weren’t interested in him, they were usually the opposite of interested.
“Could you, ah, please get off my desk?” He asked holding the deck out to her, “I really need to review that case.” That was currently sitting underneath her ass. Besides that her skirt was…indecently short right now as a reaction from her sitting on the desk and well…the bottom half of her was more or less eye level with him and he was getting a bad crink in his neck from looking up at her face and having his eyes REMAIN on her face. It would be completely rude to look anywhere else.
It didn’t hurt that her red hair and eyes captured his attention. It was beautiful and…memorizing. He would love to stare at them but again, his neck isn’t use to looking UP at people for this long period of time. Then again no one’s ever really bothered him before like this. It was foreign to him.
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Post by SPARKS on Oct 16, 2013 20:23:01 GMT -8
A very predator smile played along her lips as she watched Logan’s eyes move from her thighs to her eyes, the blush that rose on his face only added to her own entertainment. She couldn’t get over how fun he was to play with, and was pretty such he didn’t know the first thing about women, which for Sparks only made the situation more fun. A deck of cards? Yes this was enough to tell her that he did not understand what kind of entertainment she was looking for. She shook her head and sighed lightly, “Cards was not what I was looking for, but I might be able to forgive you this first time.”
Yes she would be kind for now, after all he was a cop and they were at his place of work, there was only so much Sparks was willing to push when in enemy territory. She looked down at the desk to see that yes she was sitting on some sort of folder, but even with him asking she did not want to move from her spot. Yet to play cards they would need the desk space to set down the cards right. She took the deck from Logan and took the cards out of their package, sat that to the side and started to mix the cards like an old pro. ”I hope you know basic five card poker.” She slowly slid off the desk and looked around for an extra chair, and yet found not a one free, or at least none close.
So what dd Sparks do? The only logical thing of course, she took a seat on Logan’s lap, giving him little time to react as she took a seat and dealt the cards, placing his five on the desk, making it so that he would have to reach passed her to get the cards. She took her own five and held them close to her chest. ”Well since you removed me from your desk, and there is no where else to sit, you will have to deal with this, enjoy.”
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Post by Deleted on Oct 21, 2013 22:55:33 GMT -8
Didn’t want cards? Then how else was he supposed to entertain her? “Uh…” Forgive him? What did he do wrong? He just offered her cards as a way to waste time till his boss came to get her. He wasn’t aware that he committed some kind of wrong in the process. She had a high viewing of herself didn’t she? His eyes narrowed slightly mostly in thought, such confidence was strange in someone who fixed computers from virus’. In his experience they were only like that in their field of mastery, they also weren’t much of a people person---
Something in his mind scratched. Loudly. As all he did was stare blankly ahead which was sadly level with her chest now. His cheeks rushed with color as he tried to grasp what was happening. What just happened…he…he just asked her to get off his desk so he could review the case! He thought she would play solitaire or something that was single player.
He jerked his head up to look up at her face, his cheeks flushed and his mind still not processing what was happening. “W-what?” What was going on? She didn’t need to sit on his lap! His legs jerks making them roll backwards slightly. There was laughter at the next desk over, his coworkers were finding this situation hilarious.
“I wouldn’t play with him cutie.” Said a blond haired cop, “He can’t play poker worth shit.” He told her making various of others laugh throughout the room, “Besides with you on his lap he probably can’t even think straight.” Said another one of his colleagues, knowing he wasn’t so far off from the blushing, stuttering mess that Logan currently was.
Logan swallowed thickly, “I, uh, I don’t knov hov to play.” He said his Russian accent thickening in his nervousness, “Perhaps it would be better for you to play a single game?”
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Post by SPARKS on Nov 21, 2013 16:09:11 GMT -8
Even though Logan was very entertaining, Sparks did have her attention stolen by another, some of Logan’s coworkers. She laughed, so poker wasn’t his game? That was fine, she wasn’t really in the mood to play cards but thought that her actions would give her a fun reaction. She was right of course, she loved that Logan was like a scared deer trapped and helpless. She gave his coworkers a sweet smile and played along with them. “Poor thing, well boys, one of you should really teach him one day, so maybe he’ll be able to keep up with me.” Was she still talking about the cards? or did she have something else in mind that Logan would need work on keeping up with? Either way Sparks could agree that maybe now was not the time to play cards, or sit in his lap any longer.
It was so easy to see that he was nervous and boy did Sparks want to make it a lot worse for him, but she couldn’t. After all, even though she was acting cute and playful things could get really bad quickly if Sparks wasn’t careful. She did have a tendency to break her toys, but she did not feel like getting arrested. She finally got up from Logan’s lap, well that was fun, and for letting me have my little fun you should be rewarded. She grabbed a sticky note from on of the other desk near by and wrote her name and number on it then placed it on Logan’s desk.
“Miss Sparks!” She turned her head to see the chief standing outside his door, she almost forgot that she had some business with him. “Oh well time to go, now you now have my number so don’t forget to call. We’ll have some more fun again, on a day I’m not busy.” She smiled at Logan, not really sure if he would or wouldn’t call, but was hoping he would so that she could play with him again. ”See you around.” Like that she was gone, off to do whatever she had came to do in the first place, although playing with Logan had been the highlight of her day. WORDS!: 381 TAG!: @sky2 Timestamp!: April 30th, 2pm |
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Post by Deleted on Nov 24, 2013 22:03:54 GMT -8
Logan couldn’t recall feeling this flustered or bewildered before by….anything really. The amount of forwardness this woman was showing to him, along side of his coworkers was just making it feel like his face would burst into flames. He just…didn’t play cards, it wasn’t in his learning in the army or any training afterwards, why was that so strange?
Just because he didn’t have an accent didn’t mean he was American, honestly.
There was an immense sort of relief when she lifted off from his lap finally, making him blink a few times to actually confirm that this is true. He let out a soft sigh, she decided to stop torturing him finally, thank the heavens above. He ran a hand over his face to try and lessen the amount of RED that was now in his cheeks, but that was going to take awhile regardless. How did studying a case turn into an awkward attempt to play poker with her in his lap? It wouldn’t even be fair since she was…distracting him outside of his usual problems with the game.
Hearing the chief yell made him straighten himself out absently so he didn’t draw the older man’s attention…oh god what if he saw?! Logan would really like to NOT get in trouble for the actions the woman did to him.
Spark’s voice cut through that small panic as he blinked up at her, “Call?” He echoed, call her? Why…why would he call her? “Uh, bye?” He said back, watching her leave and blinking a few times in bewilderment. He rolled himself forward and picked up the sticky note with the phone number on it and tilted his head before, opening a drawer and placing it inside. He’ll worry about that later, right now he had a homicide to figure out.
With the previous actions banished from his mind, he opened the file and began reviewing the contents within.
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